What a whirlwind! I exhaled and took a sigh as I finally sat down in my seat on the airplane that was to take me home. Just as I was about to close my eyes an older woman took the seat beside me and started to pose questions. My name, was I going or coming. Although I normally restrict from endulging a strangers enquiry about my life I was bottled up with so much ado from my adventure that the words spilled forth from my lips like vomit and once I started to speak I could not stop.

             It was an ordinary day. Wake up, coffee, work. I wait tables in downtown Chicago at a coffee house. We have poetry readings and open mic. Sometimes local bands will play. I like it because I get to put my paintings on the wall. One a month. The managers are cool and layed back and I get to meet a lot of people. Some of the people are regulars, but our small shop has a reputation outside the city that precedes us and we get a lot of travelers that stop through. Well it was a new costumer stopping through town that is responsible for me being on this plane at all. He was a bit odd looking for a young man you would normally see around here, but fashion these days are a bit extreme at times so I just took in his appearance with "to each his own" attitude.

             "Surely I am boring you with my story." I said to the woman beside me. "Perhaps I should be hearing stories from you." The woman laughed, "My dear your right she said, I am old and have plenty of stories that need to be shared, but I have not had a story worth telling in years. My bones are old and tired and adventures are quit out of the question for myself. It is good to hear your story. I am picturing myself young again. Please continue."

             This young gentleman chose a booth in the back of the shop by the shelves of books we have for our costumers to enjoy at their leisure. He ordered coffee and asked for to join him when I had a minute. I was quit taken aback by this request. Not because he wanted my company but because he requested my company using my name. Yet I wore no name tag.

"Excuse me," I said "Do I know you?"

"No you do not but I have known you for a long time now." he said

UUUmmm CREEPY and WIERD was all I could think of. I started to excuse myself to tell my co-workers a creepy stalker was in the shop and to call the police.

"My name is Waturu. Your mother, Vadalia, sent me here. I am to give you this letter and escort you to the airport. You are to leave immediately. I have money for you to pick up a few things at the store to take with you, but we may not go back to grab additional things. It is very important and I have liitle time to explain." Waturu exclaimed calmly as I had turned my back to him.

With my eyes in a fire of rage and tears I sternly stated "I suggest you leave and I never want to see you again or I will call the police. My mother has been dead for years now. Your lies decieve you." I walked away and went into the back of the shop. I told my boss about the creep stalking me. He went out to the booths and found no one. I looked out and there was no one there. Not even his coffee mug. The booth was empty. I asked a costumer a few booths away if they saw which direction the man went and they simply stated they had not seen any man. I was dumb-founded. Then I saw the letter laying on the bench. I opened it cautiously.

My Dear Avery,

You are more than you know. I am sorry to have decieved you into thinking I was dead, but it was the only way to keep you safe. The time has come for you to become the girl you were meant to be. You are a light giver and the last of our kind. You must meet me at the port - key. Trust no one save Waturu.

                                                                                                                         Your loving mother,

                                                                                                                                             Vadalia

I stood in shock, in tears, not knowing what to believe. This is absurd. My mind was racing, the room was spinning. I ran outside I saw no one. From behind a hand grabbed me and pulled me to the shadows.

"Do you accept your mission?"

Confused and stuttering I began to babble and question.

"We have no time for that now. We need to leave now! Do you accept your mission?"

"Yes." I cried in fright.

We must make haste the plane leaves soon and we must stay out of sight for we are being followed and they will soon be close to our trail.

.............................to be continued.........................

*****Chapter 2 to come**************